In case this isn't painfully obvious....I'm single.
I don't have a mile list of all the exciting dates I've been on. I've never been kissed on New Year's Eve. Or any other holiday for that matter. My hand is not attached to my phone because there's some adorable stud on the other end of cyberspace. Roses aren't waiting for me to get home. I've never been called "baby." I've never used that term either. Well, at least not with someone over the age of three.
You get the point here.
But, here's what I do know. Josh Duhamel exists. And because he does, us single girls have a major problem.
My friend and I went to see Safe Haven a couple weeks ago, and we walked out looking for any guy that looked like he could produce a canoe and bashfully invite us on a date to the nearest body of water that is magically unoccupied (except for birds) and then ask the clouds to let it rain. It worked for Safe Haven, and it worked for The Notebook. Let's be real here. There's a theme. Well, here comes the boom. There was no guy that looked like Josh Duhamel to whip out a canoe. Forget the canoe thing, there wasn't even a guy. The only ones we saw were the un-responsive ones being drug from the movie theater by their lovely girlfriends who had forced them through the lovey-dovey movie. Talk about depressing. For me and them.
So thank you Josh Duhamel for being adorably attractive and completely unrealistic. And Nicholas Sparks, thanks for getting me stuck on stupid canoes.
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